Thursday, September 25, 2008

Pop and Ki picked me up awhile ago. Thanks for the top! Ha ha. Okay, so I was driven by some whim, I decided: I'm getting a new look. So, I had them drop me off at the salon. I was supposed to sleep the entire afternoon but no. And I was nervous about this, um, transformation because I dyed my hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eh, ayoko pa naman magpa-dye before!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay. My face looks thinner, so okay lang! Double purpose bangs ko, salamat sa stylist! It's my first time in ten years na merong nag-gupit na bangs ko, ako lang kase nag-gugupit! PWEDE NA AKO MAGPA-RENEW, SA WAKAS!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

It's the feeling of depression but not knowing its cause--in my case, causes. I know I have been a toughie lately, ignoring this feeling, whatever it is. I texted Karla: I miss you, Eds. I'm depressed. NOT KNOWING WHY. Perhaps the very reason of my depression is stuck in my subconscious mind and I have been trying my very best to ignore it. I do not have time to entertain depression now as I have loads to do and by blogging, I am able to take a breather. I am not the most religious person on earth for I have done things that would take a long time for me to be sorry for. Let's just hope I make it in time before entering the gates of heaven. For the past week, I have done nothing but whine about the things that I couldn't have. I failed to look at the things that I do have. I am depressed. I am a firm believer of God's miraculous ways. He finds a way to make me understand that I am still lucky, even in the state of (questionable) depression. I was sorting out my mail awhile ago when I came across a forwarded mail that Anj sent on August 31st, which I haven't read until tonight. It was a long message with photo attachments.

When someone leaves/betrays you, indulge yourself! Last night, I was talking about Gregory Gronbacher and his works. He left me! After the disastrous report I had earlier. I have decided. SCREW MY, UM, DIET AND FEAST ON THE BOX OF CHOCOLATES.

Pasalamat ka at ngayon ko lang nabasa. You have gone overboard and beyond what is not-gay. TANGINA, BAKLA KA, GAGO! Sorry for being happy. Why don't you just live your miserable life with your miserable self? Who are you to judge me? WE'RE NOT EVEN CLOSE.

AND EXCUSE ME.

I hang out with my friends not because I wanna look cool. I hang out with my friends because they're not like you, you lowly creature.

That was low. Really, really low. I did not expect that from you. HAYOP!

Monday, September 22, 2008

"I just want you to know that it's not you. It's me. You have to let me go. You deserve someone better. And I? I don't deserve anyone at this point. Goodbye. You will always and forever be the love of my life."

HAYUP! My eyes are burning. I cannot turn another page. I am not done with my report on Gregory Gronbacher's Economic Personalism.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The moon glimmers perfectly tonight. That's the thing, I see nothing but good vibes! And after a day full of drama-shrama, I am able to say this.

I AM THE HAPPIEST GIRL ALIVE.

Despite the fact that I started my day being dress-coded by Manong Guard, coming in to my Stat class way too early, stuffing myself with the infectious taste of Hotshots Cheeseburger and Twister Fries (which cost me, not the amount of my wallet, BUT my months of dieting), and being bombarded with Prom-B Madness... I AM STILL HAPPY! (I just re-read this paragraph and there is no sign of parallelism, but never mind)

My ManGov groupmates are the best and I am not saying this to get a high grade in peer evaluation. It's just that I have learned a lot. THANK YOU. I feel like we're family already with Daddy and Mommy Thomas as our legit parents! WOAH. Cheers to making the deadline. Bea V., I cannot thank you enought. Good luck to us and our 43-slide presentation.

I got a call from an employee of a technical company (I just forget the right term for their company). Apparently, I am pre-qualified for a part-time job with 20-30 grand as my starting salary. SCAM? YES. But in any case, I will not accept. EDIT: SCAM! Key ko pa naman yan sa bagong mobile phone! Do not take the bait, Mr. Jessie de Leon says! Yessir!

It's funny how giant doors are banged right infront of you and there are still tiny windows opened right before your eyes.

I AM THE HAPPIEST GIRL ALIVE.

I talked to Ms. Ang about it and Miss Abby, too. Miss Abby suggested that I don't take the bait as it is gonna be really difficult.

So, to everyone who has and is been losing sanity. I'll share a blog entry that inspired me today:

"FOR PATRING (Me) AND BUDING"

"Stepping up. It's a simple concept. It basically means to rise above yourself; to do a little more, to show you're something special. You see, in sports they call it stepping up. But in life i call it pushing back." --Nathan Scott

As much as I enjoy taking every fag until I get dizzy and having the house all to ourselves with no parental guidance, I still miss Gunther (Pop) and Ki (Mom). "Ki" is our nickname for each other. Yes, I call my mom "Ki" and she doesn't mind. I mean, it's good that they get to unwind and see wonderful Macau and shop for me in Hong Kong, but I MISS THEM.

But. I AM STILL THE HAPPIEST GIRL ALIVE and I am so excited for so many little windows! WEEE! Diane says I'm a gum? Koosh? Love? ball. Oh, yes I AM!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

I know that pure rubbish will be the end of this post but nonetheless, I shall share my whereabouts. I have been "cleaning" things since I woke up at 10m awhile ago (or last night, just a few hours ago, that which explains my owl-hood). I cleaned the "external" and "internal" of my MacBook named, Clooney. Did I ever mentioned how much I adore Mac? Anyway, it's the best. GO GET 'EM, TIGER. I cleaned out the huge, never-read pile of readings. EFFIN' DRAGON! Those cost me a fortune. By cleaning, I meant throwing stuff away. I don't know if it's all in the mind. Does physical action denote what the mind speaks? Better ask a psych major. Okay.

Rubbish. Clutter. Garbage. Trash. Where do all these go? IN THE CREEK. A MINUTE AWAY FROM MY HOUSE. PEOPLE, I GOT STUCK AT SOME GAS STATION FOR TWO HOURS BECAUSE THE FLOOD ROSE AN INCH AND A HALF EACH SECOND! THIS HAPPENED LAST NIGHT AND IT WAS A GOOD THING I WASN'T DRIVING ALONE. I HAD TATANG PICK ME UP. I WAS SO EXCITED TO GO HOME TO MY HUNGARIAN SAUSAGES AND METED CHEESE. BUT NO, I HAD TO EAT LAYS POTATO CHIPS FOR DINNER. I FELT FORTUNATE (NO NAMAN) BECAUSE WHILE I WAS GETTING DRINKS FOR TATANG AND I, SOMEONE APPRAOCHED ME AND SAID: "HI, ACHI." (OH, HI, COUSIN JB!). OKAY, AGAIN. TWO HOURS. I TOOK PHOTOS OF THE PEOPLE AND THE FLOOD. I EVEN MADE A VLOG WHICH I INTEND TO POST TOMORROW (?). HA HA HA.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

I woke up sporting a sore throat and a bound-to-be colds. I slept the entire afternoon with constant breaks of PUSHING DAISIES (Thanks, Chelle!). I've already seen the Season Premieres of Gossip Girl and Ome Treeh Hill. I am speechless.

Cousin Chelle told me that there was a petition for showing Twilight the movie on NOVEMBER 20th (instead of the original January showing, freaking MMFF!). I cannot believe that I'd be seeing the Bloodsucker sooner than I've expected. I am thrilled as a goat!

Sometime last week, I was in the bookstore. Something that I'd usually do if I had the time. But last week, I just needed to get something so I had Tatang drive me to National Bookstore. My encounter with one of the customers was so horrible--so horrible that I'd puke a little in my mouth every time I remember. See, a girl who obviously did not shower for ten days bumped into me. I made a face which any normal person would do. An instinct. A reaction. I had to stop, hold my breath. I had to walk to the next aisle without breathing (thinking that there'd be "fresh air" there). The cashier was punching my purchases when the same, smelly dimwit stood next to me. Gusto kong sumigaw at sabihin: HINDI MO BA NAKIKITA NA EXIT ITO? EXIT!? DOON KA SA KABILA AT MALIGO KA PAG-UWI MO. ETO ANG LIMANG PISO PANG BILI MO NG SHAMPOO. ABONOHAN MO MUNA YUNG SABON MO. PUKE! Phew. She smells like a barrel of rotten fish with a hint of ginger and onion. EW.

The fish is being wise. It doesn’t take the bait. It just swims around it. It ignores the feeling of hunger and exhaustion. It weighs the probable outcomes of giving in. If it falls for the trap, it will get pulled out of its comfort zone, the water. The water is its home—the safest place it could ever be. If it falls for the trap and gets pulled out of the water then the risk it’s bound to take is so much more than leaving its home. It doesn’t know the gravity of the risk. And so, it doesn’t take the bait. It chooses to swim around it. The fish is being wise.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Enzo Chavez12:11 AMthe good apples fail to realize that there are also two kinds of guys: pigs and monkeys. The pigs are those jerks who date girl after girl, getting what he can from her and then just dumping her like dirty laundry. And then he gets more girls. and more. And the nice guys wonder how the heck the pig is getting all the apples, and he can’t even find one. But here’s the difference between the monkey and the pig, the monkey can climb trees. He has the ability, the patience, and the self-respect to climb the tree and find a good apple out on a branch somewhere. Sure the pigs get a lot more apples, but the apples they get are rotten. And they’re PIGS. why would a good apple want to go to a pig anyway?

Trizia Limi will post this!

Enzo Chavezhaha

Enzo Chavezi just had to comment on the whole why the girl should wait for the right guy

Monday, September 01, 2008

It's something that requires a lot of contemplation, something that would most likely wind up in a heated debate. Most single girls are sure to be on the run, hunting for "the" perfect one. They would most probably go out of their way to find "him" (and they would most likely revive this passe dating game). Don't get me wrong, I admire the boldness of these girls and I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Confidence, I'd call it. And then there are these girls. Oh, these girls would just patiently wait for "the one". The funny part is that they patiently wait but are in search for "the one" at the same time. Complicated. These girls choose not to compete with the "worldly, confident girls". Why? Because of the apples. A friend shared a quote she found, it goes something like: girls are like apples on trees, some apples fall--these are obviously the rotten ones--but guys along the way would pick the rotten ones while the good apples just "hang" (get it?) on their branches. THE RATIONALE: the good apples who choose to "hang around" are just waiting for the one who would climb the tree and pick them, just when they're crunchy, ripe, and fresh! (no double meaning, I am serious!)

Back to the question: I guess girls are just afraid to get hurt, to be one of the rotten ones who fell and kicked off in the curb, eventually. It's their hearts that are at stake, that's why they choose to hang on to their branches. See, girls do not look for the one, at least not in its literal sense. They wait. They stay put. They control their feelings. They shield the mounds of jealousy they have for the rotten apples. They play by ear. They wait and watch the season change. All these they do until "the one" climbs, carefully and gently picks them. The fact that he climbed makes him "the one".

THE PERFECT BOYFRIEND: Just because they climbed and got a hold of you doesn't mean that they're perfect. Girls. They're minds can go fictional in a snap. I think that girls look for the perfect boyfriend because one, they've read Stephenie Meyer's Vampire Saga. That or they've been Notebook-ed. Seriously, though. The perfect boyfriend. Everyone is in search for him. Out of billions and billions of girls, there is only ONE. Competition is present so it's time to make an alternative. The alteration of perfection in a girl's mind can be just crazy! Girls would create the epitome of a perfect boyfriend. Fair-skinned, surfer body, dimples on both cheeks, rich, flashy ride. JUST KIDDING. "A perfect gentlemen, generous, loving, fair, loyal..." And it goes on and on and on. See, girls and their minds! So imaginative that they make their "the one", the "perfect one".